The Sorrowful Fate Of Bartholomew Jones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBBCCCDEEFFFGGGHI HJJI| Bartholemew Jones made his money in mines | A |
| And although he has left us his fame still shines | A |
| As a man who was knowing in various lines | A |
| It wasn't his line to write or to spell | B |
| To teach or to preach to dig or to fell | B |
| But to handle his shares and to keep out of hell | B |
| He knelt every day at the foot of the Throne | C |
| To use his own words yet he wore it was known | C |
| His garments of grace o'er a heart made of stone | C |
| And when Death would no longer concede a respite | D |
| He hied straight away to the regions of light | E |
| As a man of whom no one could question the right | E |
| He wandered for long o'er the pavements of gold | F |
| Saw wonders and glories around him unfold | F |
| But somehow all seemed to him dismal and cold | F |
| He tired of the sun's everlasting rays | G |
| Grew sick of the harps and the hymns and the praise | G |
| And drooped in the glare of the glittering ways | G |
| 'If this be the heaven I laboured to win | H |
| I'd better have taken full measure of sin ' | I |
| He moaned to the angel who first let him in | H |
| Said the angel while looking to bolt and to bar | J |
| 'I fear sir you're somewhat mistaken so far | J |
| But this is the hell where the hypocrites are ' | I |
William Gay
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